Shibboleth

Unraveling a mystery
Each step is written in code
To the unawares
Who look to others for answers
To others for the hidden truth
Are bound to discover
The truth of others
And not themselves

But even the fool who persists in his folly
Become wise
As it is said
And there are days when I am that fool
Pushing myself
Through a seemingly
Forbidden wall
Of erections and
wet blossoms
Dripping from their core

To fall pray to a shower
Of pussy dew
Of gorgeous women
And wondering if any
Become central to my
Areola gaze straight above me
In a sin-drenched wash of
Angelic purity
Showing centrality
Focus
Understanding
Gentility
In long black hair

The codes unravel themselves
Through care and a tender touch
What is written beneath the code
Revealed in the shibboleth of our understanding